POETRY, CREATIVE WRITING AND WHATEVER ELSE APPEALS
........I'M WHOLE, INFINATELY WHOLE......Jay Z

Thursday, March 10, 2011

SPACE
MUST you sneeze inside my ear
and must you suck upon my hair?
Must you throw that bowl so far
while singing twinkle little star?
Must you follow me around
so very close without a sound?
 So stepping back on little fingers
screams inside my head still linger.
We are still one, we're not yet two
 I am old and you are new.
Bound by love, frustration all
power divine for one so small.
MUUUUMMY
 Space is but a dream of mine
sleep my elusive valentine...
PICTURE - THE LOUVRE
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18 comments:

  1. marinaMarch 11, 2011 at 5:40 AM

    sounds like frustration.... :-)
    Really beautiful words!!

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  2. Helena WhiteMarch 11, 2011 at 5:53 AM

    Pleasing to the senses... Thank you for visitng my blog Cynthia.

    ♥ ஆεlεɳa ~.^

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  3. Cynthia MMarch 11, 2011 at 12:17 PM

    Marina..yes, I have an occasional moment but would never change the way my life is :)

    Thanks Helena...it was my pleasure x

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  4. Steve IsaakMarch 11, 2011 at 2:51 PM

    Intriguing crashing together of words. Good read.

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  5. LisaMarch 11, 2011 at 7:07 PM

    Nice blog post. Thanks for visiting my blog.

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  6. MeMarch 11, 2011 at 7:50 PM

    Hmmm...I know this life! I'm only just barely escaping it, with my youngest being three and a half. Even still, we have our moments...

    Great TT! :)

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  7. rebeccaMarch 11, 2011 at 8:30 PM

    oh yes, the joys of new motherhood :) very well said....

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  8. Cynthia MMarch 12, 2011 at 3:32 PM

    Thankyou all...sounds like you've been there...coulnt't think of anything I would rather be doing though :)

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  9. JinksyMarch 13, 2011 at 4:29 AM

    Brilliant snapshot of life like it is!! LOL

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  10. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallMarch 13, 2011 at 1:09 PM

    well done.

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  11. Cynthia MMarch 13, 2011 at 1:40 PM

    Hi Jinsky: Ain't it the truth :)
    Thanks Jingle x

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  12. AnonymousMarch 15, 2011 at 4:55 AM

    Love the anguish of the new mother, and desire for space and peace!
    Nice write!

    http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2011/03/14/bubble-bath/

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  13. AnonymousMarch 15, 2011 at 9:39 AM

    wow! you've got a full view of the sky and that's everyones dream! here's my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/04/27/cheesecake/

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  14. AnonymousMarch 15, 2011 at 10:45 AM

    Mine vommited on me with seemingly planned regularity. Excellent poetic meditation on the situation.

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  15. Cynthia MMarch 15, 2011 at 1:57 PM

    Thanks everyone....seems it's a universal theme :)

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  16. AnonymousMarch 15, 2011 at 2:55 PM

    Wait they become adults! smiles..

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  17. Mariya KolevaMarch 26, 2011 at 7:06 AM

    Oh, so familiar! It's such a lovely poem! Thanks for sharing!

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  18. Cynthia MMarch 26, 2011 at 12:22 PM

    Booguloo...I have a 14year old too so almost there :)
    Mariya: Thankyou :)

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